Monthly Archives: December 2015

‘I just need one more month,’ he begs as his sweaty palms stain my mahogany table. The kids need Christmas presents; his wife needs dialysis and blah, blah, blah. You hear it so much at this time of the year that it really means nothing anymore. Not that it ever did really –

‘Better be careful wearing something like that, people might think your some sort of queer,’ the bar tender seemed to shudder on the final word. Strange how people seem to think domestic matters are of public importance.

‘I’ve no interest in sex with men, or women for that matter,’ I respond as he hands me my change.

I’m a nomadic writer with an interest in social consciousness. This blog brings together the different interests of a writer exploring the world around him. It may seem sporadic or disjointed at times due to the varied subject-matter explored.